Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 104 Gold Coins

In the middle of the night, the clouds were thick, the north wind was howling, and you could smell a blizzard.

Don't be surprised, Cape Town also snows. Although it is located in Africa, Cape Town is located in a temperate zone with a standard Mediterranean climate. It is normal to snow in winter.

The refugee camp on a winter night is dead silent. After a day of hard work, the women have already fallen asleep. The weather has turned cold recently, but the work intensity of the women is still very high. The grapes in winter can be used to make ice wine and ordinary wine Compared with ice wine, the taste is more mellow, fresher and more delicious, and the value is higher. The liquid of ice white wine is transparent golden yellow, known as "liquid gold".

The refugee camp at night is also patrolled by the police. Since Rock took over the refugee camp, all the work has been done by the Indian police. Although the Indian police have complained about this, Rock has not changed his mind, if it is not because someone needs to be on the night shift , Rock is happy to pack all the Indian policemen and send them to Robben Island.

What makes Rock speechless is that even on the night shift, many Indian policemen are still unqualified. Many of them are very lazy, sleep on duty, and even patrol is perfunctory. After the surprise inspection, the situation finally improved. Those lazy Indian policemen were all sent back to Cape Town by Rock, and then sent to Robben Island.

According to Roque's requirements, the police on the night shift should patrol at least every half an hour, and each time they are accompanied by two people. If refugees ask for help, they must provide help in a timely manner without prevarication. .

Of course, until now, there has been no violence in the refugee camps. They are all women and children, and they have no ability to use violence.

At three o'clock, when the body's biological clock is the most exhausted, vigilance is also reduced to the lowest.

As usual, the two Indian policemen left the duty room together to patrol the refugee camp.

"Damn weather, damn inspector—" An Indian policeman looked up at the dark cloudy night sky, shrunk his neck, turned up his collar to block the cold wind, and muttered in a low voice.

"Keep your voice down, Singer, it will be over if the inspector hears you, I don't want to be involved with you." Another policeman warned in a low voice that it would be very unwise to offend the inspector.

"Come on Rye, the Inspector is sleeping with his English lover in his arms now—" Singer laughed softly, full of obscenity.

"Hehe——" Rai's laughter was also full of obscenity, and there was also a bit of envy.

As usual, the world is peaceful.

When Singh and Rai patrolled the quarantine area, someone greeted Singh and Rai softly.

"Officer, someone here is dead, can we carry him out and bury him?" Along with the voice came a gold coin that was thrown at Singer's feet.

gold!

Golden coins!

Singer and Rai were refreshed instantly, and there were a few sounds of gold coins colliding in the howling cold wind, and Singer and Rai's breathing immediately became rapid.

"No, no action is allowed after dark. If you want to bury him, you have to wait until dawn." Rai has not forgotten the rules of the refugee camp. Compared with gold coins, Rai is more afraid of the inspector's stern face.

"Officer, please, help us get something to eat, just a little bit, we haven't eaten for a day." Because of the noise in the morning, Rock stopped the food supply in the isolation area today, and none of the prisoners of war ate anything.

This requirement can be satisfied. According to Roque's regulations, if a refugee asks for help, help must be provided in a timely manner without prevarication.

"What do you want?" Singer still had a sliver of reason. If the prisoners of war demanded too much, Singer would not dare to make mistakes.

"Just a little bread, whatever—" the prisoner lowered his request, and threw two more gold coins over.

A gold coin is one pound, and a one-pound loaf is only sold for 1.5 pence, and two pounds can buy 320 pounds of bread.

It was a very simple arithmetic problem. Singer picked up the gold coins on the ground, and each of them had one with Rai. They looked at each other and smiled, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get a pile of bread.

Certainly not as much as 320 pounds, 320 pounds is about 145 kilograms, and Rai and Singh can't hold that much. The famous NBA star O'Neal weighs only 320 pounds, and he is a big man with a height of [-] meters.

"Thank you, thank you officer—" The voice of the prisoner of war was full of surprise.

"Take it, don't trouble me—" Singer didn't open the door of the isolation area, but left the bread beside the barbed wire.

"Thank you—" the prisoner couldn't help thanking him, and stretched out a hand to Singer, holding two more gold coins in his hand.

The money was so easy to earn, Singer didn't take any precautions, as soon as his finger touched the gold coin, he was dragged by the prisoner of war.

"You—" Singer had just said a word when someone covered his mouth.

Singer struggled in panic, watching a sharp dagger pierced into his chest.

It was Singer's own saber!

——Saber is also a Sikh tradition.

After a violent panting and struggling, everything calmed down.

In the darkness, a few vague figures slowly came out from under the barbed wire. At an unknown time, the prisoners of war dug a hole out of the barbed wire in the isolation area. Outside the hole was a boundless vineyard. Surveillance area, outside is the sea and the sky.

The prisoners of war were also organized. The escaped prisoners of war did not rush to escape, but turned around to help others.

More and more prisoners of war got out of the barbed wire, and the prisoners were about to disperse in a crowd, when suddenly an angry shout came from the watchtower.

"Who's there?!"

Immediately thereafter was the sound of horrific gunfire.

Not the sound of a Lee Enfield rifle, but the roar of a Maxim machine gun.

At least four Maxim heavy machine guns were distributed in a semicircle outside the barbed wire fence in the isolation area. In the dark, the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine guns was more than half a meter long.

"Go back quickly, this is a trap, it's a trap—" Someone's eyes were tearing apart.

"Rush, rush out—" Someone wants to kill the fish and catch the net.

"God, help me—" someone wailed in despair.

It's useless, any resistance, prayer, and retreat are useless. The quarantine area is in the corner of the refugee camp, and there is no shelter around it. The heavy machine gunners who were frozen in the cold wind in the middle of the night have no mercy. Without returning to the quarantine area, every time someone is knocked down, it represents a piece of military merit.

For those "cowards" sent to Stellenbosch for reflection, this military service is very precious.

Yes, with the help of bright muzzle inflammation, it can be clearly seen that the people who operate those heavy machine guns are gnashing their teeth, their faces are hideous, and their fingers that pull the trigger seem to be frozen, and they will never let go. They are wearing the uniforms of soldiers of the expeditionary force , is the regular British Home Army.

British soldiers stationed at Fort Simons.

　Addition of apology——

　　

　

(End of this chapter)